I was going to write something scathing about what I cooked yesterday, but when I went back to look at it, I see that I was being sincere, so I won’t change it. Instead I’ll state it here.
I don’t like cheese. There, that being said, why in the earth did I make something with cheese in it yesterday. Well, as I tried to explain to whomever would listen, because it was the first first recipe under souffles. That was the only reason.
Fallen souffle
Next time I will make something I enjoy making. I only ate the first bit, because it said to serve right away, and I try to obey what the books tell me to do.
But now, a day later, it has fallen, very much, and I’m taking little bits off it, tasting the cheese and saying, yuck.
So, tomorrow’s recipe is going to be something I wouldn’t mind eating (and I’d better not mind it, because Cartoonist is out of town, and there is no one else but the cats and dog. She said to share it with someone, but with the souffle in the shape it is in, the only thing that I can share it with is the compost.
